Chapter 446 – Melancholy

The silver bird narrowed its eyes and looked at Gravis with bloodthirst. This beast had dared to disrespect it, its King, and all Emperors as a whole. It would enjoy killing Gravis.

Meanwhile, Gravis felt down. The realization that he couldn't continue fighting and slaughtering his way to the top weighed heavy on his mind. Gravis only looked at the horizon with a melancholic expression as he realized that, in the future, there would be a lot of aimless and boring sitting around.

He was not in the mood to fight. He had thought about a flashy and impressive way in which he could win the fight, but he just couldn't bother right now. This bird would die anyway, and who would even see his performance? The Red King? What was the point of impressing him?